Mussoorie Dreaming

I was prepared, happily, to take the Saturday off. I had put in the goods for the week.

But, Jayati and Mohan’s place in Mussoorie turned out to be a constant carousel of food, drink, football, Jenga, table tennis, tennis, pool, games, more food, and endless hospitality. And then some.

At a somewhat quiet interlude before lunch, the sharp incline drive proved to be too tempting.

I started with short repetitions, and then longer ones, rounding off twenty five such rounds to complete thirty five intense minutes.

The hot dogs, burgers, shawarmas and such need to be worked off.